So today I went skiing over at Magic here in Vermont, a great place to go after a major dump. You'd think with all the snow we've had, there wouldn't be a rock in sight, right?
Guess again:
I don't know how the heck I did that, but I did. To my new this year Queen Attivas, too.
We load it into the car to bring it to the ski shop, and my husband says, "I feel like I'm loading a sick person into an ambulance!"
That's (almost) how I felt. Anyway, they'll patch it up, good as new. But the area will be black instead of red. Like a scab, I guess. :(
Anyone else have any "battle scar" tales they'd care to relate?
By the way, while I'm at the ski shop I got myself a new Mountain Hardware jacket. I guess this turned out to be a pretty expensive injury!
Guess again:
I don't know how the heck I did that, but I did. To my new this year Queen Attivas, too.
We load it into the car to bring it to the ski shop, and my husband says, "I feel like I'm loading a sick person into an ambulance!"
That's (almost) how I felt. Anyway, they'll patch it up, good as new. But the area will be black instead of red. Like a scab, I guess. :(
Anyone else have any "battle scar" tales they'd care to relate?
By the way, while I'm at the ski shop I got myself a new Mountain Hardware jacket. I guess this turned out to be a pretty expensive injury!

My Queens are crying for your Queens. :Cry: That looks like a painful boo-boo--thank heavens it's repairable.


